Ok but like I need a fluffy AF fix where the entire team celebrates the birthday of the Macklena baby. Based on all the insta pics from baby Benny's birthday
AN ~ *shows up 50 years late with starbucks and copious amounts of fluff* seriously the fluff. i needed it!! thanks for the prompt :D
thanks to @mocking-point for the name suggestion, although I went with Francesca instead of Frances, it’s in honour of Elena’s cousin Francisco. also thanks to @marvelthismarvelthat for help with the Spanish and the food! even though I didn’t use anywhere near the amount of it you gave me, I hope you like it
MackeElena + family + the team. Also lowkey set in the Bobbi Ann verse, but it’s basically just fluff, don’t overthink it. Rated G.
“Aiya!” Elena cried, dodging out of the way and trying to keep a large and brimming salad bowl upright as her daughter shot past in the narrow kitchen. “Slow down, mi niña!”
“Slow down?” Mack turned away from the stove to look at her with a fondly critical eyebrow. “From you?”
“If you hadn’t got her the shoes with the wheelies on it, we wouldn’t have this problem.”
“If we hadn’t got her the shoes with the wheels,” Mack remarked, “she would have cut holes in the soles of hers and put wheels in them all by herself.”
Elena rolled her eyes as she set the salad down on the bench.
“At least Uncle Fitz isn’t making her a flying skateboard or something.”
“Never say never,” Mack remarked, “he did promise me he’s been working on something.”
“Unless it’s a self-emptying dishwasher, I don’t want to know.” Elena raised her palms to face the roof, washing her hands of the thought of it before returning to the meal preparations. They had enough food for a small army, but as her eyes ran over it, something was missing.
“Los tostones!” She darted from her spot, to the fruit basket, and back. In an instant, the giant bananas were sliced and the stove was on, oil boiling.
“You know,” Mack assured her, “I don’t think they’re going to be here that soon.”
Of course, the universe couldn’t let him have that one, and the doorbell rang a moment later. Elena poked her tongue out for a moment, but just a moment, before their little girl came running – not wheeling, fortunately – back through the already crowded kitchen.
“Kika, answer the door!” Elena encouraged, and leaned over the counter to watch as with considerable effort, the girl, whose head was still a few inches shy of the handle, hauled the door open.
“Hola, Francesca!” Coulson greeted with a wide smile, as May reached over him to help the little girl keep the door open. As Coulson bumped and shoved his way through it, surrounded in a colourful myriad of gift bags, Mack came around the corner to greet them teatowel flung over his shoulder.
“Wow!” Francesca cried, her attention torn between her father and the packages. “Are they all for me, papi?”
“In a minute, Tiny Toucan,” Mack assured her. “We’ve got to wait until everyone gets here, alright? Now how ‘bout a proper hello for May and Coulson, hm?”
Begrudgingly – but only so begrudgingly as any child presented with delayed gratification on such a large pile of gifts, Francesca greeted the newcomers and danced around May, walking curious circles around her as they filed through the tight foyer space into the larger living area. A little bewildered by the questions already beginning to flow from Francesca’s lips, May was glad for Elena’s smile and the escape to the kitchen. She’d never been asked to keep an eye on deep fried bananas before. She certainly hadn’t been to a kitchen with this much variety in it before - not for a long time.
“We should’ve put you on cooking more often,” May remarked. Elena shrugged.
“We make a lot of food for parties. I couldn’t do this every day!” And then, re-evaluating with a laugh, she added – “Well I could, but the Turtle Man would be exhausted.”
May snorted, and Elena grinned.
“Mamaaa,” Francesca interrupted. “Who’s coming again?”
“Your Uncle Fitz and Aunty Jemma, and Aunty Daisy.”
“Is Bobbi-Ann coming?”
“YESSSSS!” Throwing her fist in the air victoriously, Francesca ran out of it, out of the room, chasing it in a Superman-style pose. May shook her head, smiling good naturedly. Elena chuckled, and muttered almost to herself -
“I certainly hope little Bobbita’s had a haircut recently.”
“What for?” May wondered. “Oh these look, uh, done I think.” She stepped back, and Elena began plucking the bananas from the oil with a set of tongs and dropping them onto the paper towel.
“It’s nothing,” Elena said with a shrug, and gestured to a bowl of what appeared to be caramel sauce, sitting on the bench. “We just have some very sticky food. Arequipe. It’s a nightmare, and poor Daisy will be cleaning her child and then cleaning the bathroom for months.”
“And this doesn’t have anything to do with last year’s crayon incident?” May speculated.
Elena shrugged cryptically, and almost managed to deadpan it, but for a mischevious sparkle in her eyes that gave the game away.
“It’s not my fault the food of my people needs its own brand of shampoo.”
She took a plate of empanadas and the salad bowl, and gestured for May to grab something too – she reached for the nearest, a dish of some sort of soup? – and they returned to the dining room just as the doorbell rang again. Mack helped Francesca open the door this time and Jemma, Fitz, Daisy and Bobbi-Ann poured in. After some brief greetings, Francesca and Bobbi-Ann shot to the table with the promise that Francesca was about to receive a huge pile of presents, now that everyone was here. She promised – very loudly, so that her parents and Daisy could definitely hear – to share.
“They’re adorable!” Daisy remarked, as the aunties and uncles settled themselves around the dining table in the face of two bolt-upright, crisp-mannered, but increasingly fidgety and impatient young girls. “Ah, when did we get so grown up?”
“Never!” Fitz declared, and slapped his gift down on the table in front of Francesca with gusto. Elena groaned.
“Please don’t be a hoverboard,” she whispered.
It was too late to pretend she’d said nothing, but fortunately, while Fitz spiralled off this way and that with ideas, Elena’s attention was drawn back to Francesca, who was ripping open a solar panel circuit assembly kit.
“It comes with a fan,” Jemma explained since Fitz was distracted. “But Fitz thought that was a little dry, so he made a little – “
“Aw!” Francesca squealed. “Mummy! Look!”
She held a tiny dog, just a little too big to comfortably fit in her hand. It appeared to be made all of moving pieces, like a little clockwork machine.
“COOL!” Bobbi-Ann cried. “What are you gonna call it? Does it move? Does it bark?”
“I’m sure Uncle Fitz would be happy to show you, right?” Mack suggested. “But do you want to finish opening your presents first?”
Francesca squirmed in her seat, her wide eyes hungry as the family ferried Coulson’s copious pile of gifts onto and around the table.
“Now, some of those aren’t as cool as a robot dog,” Coulson admitted. “There’s some pyjamas and socks in there. But! Also! A train set, huh? And there’s a kit in there for making bottle rockets and you can even put a little message inside and shoot it up into the sky!”
Francesca couldn’t decide which bag to look at first. Bobbi-Ann got in on the action eventually, and the two of them picked through the pile under the amused eyes of the family that loved them. A feeling of warmth settled over the table, unbeknownst to the girls lost in conversation of their own, as between the adults the disarrayed beginning settled into contentment. They didn’t all get together as much anymore, but it was hard to think of a better occasion than this.